it was a warm summer night in 2021 when i spontaneously left the city by train to walk through the fields and lake shore all night, just to think and clear my head a bit, it turned out that was really the best way to do it. it was so calm, peaceful, just overgrown village roads along which i walked back to the town quietly playing and singing songs. i didn't have anything with me except my ukulele, phone and credit card in my pocket but fuck it, i felt as safe and good as i don't think i've felt since

i often remember that night and always tell new mates about it when i talk about belarus coz... coz idk my soul's still there, in fields and quiet summer minsk nights
it always will be